The Door
I am scared of the door, and what all that may be in it,
I have paced in front for so long, I don't want it to go wrong,
It has opened though not very wide
I'll take a step through, if you will be my guide.
Set out a path and I will step too
Not behind or before, but in step with you
We can laugh or talk or say nothing at all,
Stuck in our own little world , we'd have a ball.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
